Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up